There was a time when violence in our community came in wearing hoods and burning a cross…
now we wear the hoods and burn each other.
It seems we’ve learned our lessons well, but I’m sure they were the wrong lessons.
The burning cross was the beginning of a subliminal message to remove God, Church, and a Moral Foundation from our way of life. When we held those close, we stood firm in the face of adversity, struggle, and oppression. Now we create struggles and adversity for each other by becoming the oppressor. Just ask yourself, would your forefathers, the ones who gave their lives for freedom, the right to vote, education, and equal opportunity…
Would they accept the things we commonly call O.K.
On March 6, 1857, the Supreme Court in Dred Scott v. Sandford ruled that Scott, a slave, was not an American citizen and could not sue for his freedom in federal court, and said Congress had no right to limit the expansion of slavery.
Southern states in the 1890s enacted literacy tests, poll taxes and other laws to regulate voting. Most Southerners understood that these laws were designed to keep African-Americans and other targeted groups from voting. The practice continued until the 1960s, robbing many of the right to vote.
The Little Rock Nine incident – Black students, enrolled in Little Rock Central High School in 1957, were initially prevented from entering the racially segregated school by Arkansas Governor Orval Faubus. After the intervention of President Eisenhower, they were allowed in.
The Arkansas National Guard denying entry on first day of school.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Civil Rights Leader
“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”
Would our forefathers really be complacent and idle like so many of us are today?
As I said, we’ve learned our lessons well. We know how to “Party”, how to “Get High”, to “Be Cool”, and to “Make Babies”…
Babies that we don’t “Raise”, don’t “Teach”, and don’t “Protect.”
A Lost Promise
I am stronger and wiser as you can see;
Remember my words, my father said
As he cradled me up and laid me to bed;
You will someday be a lady with a life of your own
With someone to love you as I have shown;
I will always be here to lend a hand
To help you and guide you when you don’t understand;
Somehow I believed his words I’d see
He was not the father he promised to be;
Instead he was a man that did not care
My mother was my father because he was never there;
I often cry myself to sleep
My fathers love was not mine to keep;
I miss my father I won’t lie
Not a single hug or one last goodbye;
He is now a man free to roam
Not worrying of his family or coming home;
He walked out of my life and never turned my way
Oh why daddy why didn’t you stay.